Is this a love song couched in mystical language, the apology of an anguished lover whose world is filled with the angered lover?  Or theosophy couched in romantic language, a love song from a repentant Satan to a beloved God? Ask Rumi.

it seems i made a big mistake.
i curse the road i chose to take that led me away from You.
i won my freedom and lost my Home; i gave up my Love to be alone.
like milton’s lucifer, my Hell is never knowing Your Love.

i fall to ground and i see no stars around,
so i turn my eyes to what has turned my heart.

there has been No One,
there will be No One but You who could be my All.
the stars will rise and fall on every little thing You do.
there is No One but You.

i can’t keep straight the night and day.
i don’t know what more i can say; i guess that it’s all been said.
my Love, i know You’re done with me.
this dream i had will never be and i don’t know why that i went so far.

i fall to ground and i see no stars around,
so i turn my eyes to what has turned my heart.

there has been No One,
there will be No One but You who could be my All.
the stars will rise or fall on every little thing You do.
there is No One but You.

i can never make it up,
i know i can never make it up,
i can never make it up to You.